1. Did your Thanksgiving kick ass? Mine did, even though PittGirl Family Turkey Bowl 2007 was canceled due to poor weather conditions and the quarterbacks from both teams testing positive for tryptophan.
2. Reader JMat is trying to re-dub Troysus as Troysux. This will not happen on my watch. Uh. Uh.
Exhibit A can be found on page 28 in the Nov. 5 issue of ESPN The Magazine, where little Tré Rivers Kemerer, age 2 months, gets his very own picture, taken at his very first Steelers game — against the Buffalo Bills.
You didn’t misread that: it’s “Tré,” not “Three,” because, his mother says, they liked the sound of the No. 3 in Spanish — with a French accent for flair.
Can I just say again, WTF?
First of all, a two-month-old baby has no business being at a Steelers game and second of all, number three in Spanish is tres, not tre, and by “for flair” does she mean “because we’re giant idiots”?
Poor kid. Maybe he can grow up and become friends with Seven and they can hate their parents’ guts together.
Anthony said the same thing … only he says it better. As per usual.
4. The lady who is listed in the Guinness Book of World Records for having the longest fingernails in the world, measuring in at 24 feet 7 inches total, claims that when she found out that the book listed her record under the “Grossest Records” category, she was so despondent and hurt that she contemplated suicide.
Contemplating suicide because someone called your two-foot fingernails gross is kind of like Britney Spears contemplating suicide because someone told her she flashes her nasty bajingo a little too often. The truth is not something you should kill yourself over. Get your head out of your ass, wear some panties, and cut your disgusting nails.
5. Spotted. Sid the Kid dressed smartly in a striking gray pinstripe suit, holding court in the VIP area of Diesel on Saturday night after the Pens game. He stayed until 2 o’clock in the morning when he was let out the back door after much high-fiving of the patrons still mingling in the club.
I would have a photo of Sid at Diesel for you, if the big, mean bouncer/security dude/bodyguard man didn’t push my friend’s phone out of the way and bark, “No pictures!”
If you’re just dying to see Sid, you can also check out that famous bar in Sewickley where all the rich, under-aged kids go to get their drink on.